Lyric for the Bard

My book for the poor, starving, naked, heathen, mental relegated to the cruel scarlet letter, insane, blind, maimed, and the widow. A work rejected by the corrupt media for sixty years, for it is written by the divine hand of inspiration: a pure mind. My work is to help humanity maintain its dream. Every dream is an adventure of pure fear. My book in you, readers in your hands is your dream. Obscure as silence!